It was a summer vacation, just a month before my 20th birthday. I was at home after passing my exhausting final exams at college, and it was a hot day when my grandma shouted at me,

“Mickey, will you water the garden all day?! Come inside, I need you to do something here.”

I shouted back, “Okay, I'll be there soon.”

It had been a week since my grandma came to visit, and she was a handful, always shouting at me and asking for something. I didn’t know why she didn’t visit when I was away.

I finished my gardening work and went inside the house. Grandma was in the living room, wearing a short skirt that didn't quite match her sixty-something years, showing off her well-shaved, still-pretty legs. She wore a wide T-shirt, which made me wonder what she was hiding underneath.

“I’m here now, Grandma,” I said, my T-shirt wet from the garden hose and my own sweat.

She looked up. “How many times have I told you not to call me that ugly name?! Call me Emma, understand?”

I sighed and nodded, trying not to argue. “Okay, Emma. You wanted me to do something?”

She gestured to the sofa. “Yeah, come over here and help me move this sofa. I need to rearrange it to face the TV.”

I didn’t want to argue, so I helped her move it. “But Mom wants the sofa to stay here. She’ll get mad if you move it.”

She looked at me with a stern expression. “I’ll do whatever I want, Mickey. Now, do you need something else?”

“No, I’m good. I need to take a shower.” I started to take off my T-shirt as I moved towards the stairs, giving her a chance to stare at my athletic body. I considered taking off my shorts too, but thought that might be too much for now.

I stopped at the first step of the stairs and turned around, showing my most innocent face along with my sweaty, six-pack abs. “You sure you don’t need anything else before my shower, Emma? I’ll be in my room after that for a while.”

She looked at me, her cheeks flushed, and cleared her throat. “No, I’m good.”

I smiled and headed to my shower, my mind filled with naughty thoughts. I was sure at that moment that my plan would work.

An hour later, I was in the living room. Emma was lying on the sofa, watching TV. I was dressed in a sleeveless shirt, trying to show off my body. I sat on the couch beside her and cleared my throat.

She looked at me casually and resumed watching one of her shows. Now my plan was clear in my head, so I started, “Emma, can we talk for a while?”

She said without looking at me, “What about Mickey?”

I tried to sound hesitant. “It’s a little embarrassing.” I looked down at the floor.

She sighed, “If you’re that embarrassed, shut up and get out of here.”

I stood up, trying to sound hurt. “I just don’t know how we can have a normal relationship like any boy my age and his grandmother. You always push me away, even though I only need your advice. I need you to listen to me, talk with me about my life, my dreams, my problems, and maybe listen to you while you tell me about your experiences. But that seems like a dream that will never come true!”

I pretended to move away, turning my back to her, when she said, “Get your ass over here, Mickey.”

I smiled in victory but hid it as I turned to face her. To my surprise, she was smiling. She patted the sofa beside her and said, “Sit down and tell me what your problem is.”

I sat down beside her and surprised her with a deep hug, trying to make it as innocent as possible. “Thank you, Emma. I really love you.”

She patted my back, trying to calm me down. “And I love you too, Mickey. Now tell me.”

I tried to act as hesitant as I could, then said with a low voice, “It’s about fantasies I’ve been having recently.”

She smiled. “Fantasies? What about?”

I said again with a shaky voice, “MILFs and... grannies.”

She gasped in surprise. “You have fantasies about MILFs?”

I looked hesitant again. “Can I open my heart to you, Emma?”

She was curious. “Always, honey.”

I smiled to myself, amused that she called me honey. The plan was working more smoothly than I expected. “But please don’t tell Mom. She might get mad at me.”

She came closer, putting her arm around my shoulder. “What’s between us stays between us, honey.”

I took her other hand between mine and said, still looking at the floor, “It’s not just fantasies, Emma.”

She gasped, her cheeks flushed. “What do you mean?”

I started squeezing her hand between mine. “I’ve already had some... affairs with MILFs.”

She leaned in. “Tell me, honey. Who and how?”

I wasn’t lying. I had been involved with some hot MILFs. That was my little secret until I got those naughty thoughts about my grandmother. “I can’t tell, Emma. They are respectable wives.”

She breathed heavily. “Wives?! What are their ages, Mickey?”

I replied with a shamed voice, “They are over forty, and one of them is over sixty.”

She breathed heavily. “But they are too old for you!”

I looked at her in the eyes, taking her other hand in mine. “No, please, Emma. Don’t say that. Women of that age are very attractive. They are nice, caring, and... very good in bed.”

Grandma was surprised, and I could feel her body shiver from my words and the squeezing of her hands. “So, if you say you love older women, what’s the problem?”

I smiled deep inside. The conversation was going very well as planned. “Honestly, I want to ask you how to deal with them. I can handle them quite well in bed, but in normal life, it’s not easy. I wanted to talk to you about that, what women need, what they care about, and so on. A hot woman with experience like you must have had these kinds of adventures in her life and can tell me what to do.”

She hesitated before saying, “Well, that will require lots of details, honey, before I can tell you how to deal with each one of them. But before that, I need to know why you don’t get yourself a girlfriend your age?”

My victory was coming soon. The conversation was going exactly where I wanted it to. I tried to look blushed and ashamed. “Girls my age always run away from me.” That wasn’t true.

She was surprised. “Why, honey? Do you piss them off?”

I shook my head. “No, Emma. Never.”

She asked, “Then why do they run off?”

I looked at the floor, still squeezing her hands. “That’s because of my... dick.”

She gasped in surprise, trying not to show how surprised she was that our conversation had led to this point. She cleared her throat. “What about your dick?”

I cleared my throat. “They don’t like it. They gasp and run away once they see it!” I was lying again.

She squeezed my hands, feeling sorry for me. “Oh, poor Mickey. Is it that small?”

I said with a low voice, avoiding answering her question, “Actually, I began dating older women when one of my friends advised me that I would never succeed with girls my age and should be looking for hookers or MILFs if I ever needed to... get laid.”

She was trying to understand, “Why, honey? What’s the problem?”

I looked at her with a ashamed face, still squeezing her hands, and looked at the floor. “I can’t explain more, Emma.”

She was very curious. “But how am I supposed to help if you are not open with me, honey?”

I looked at her for a second, then looked back at the floor. “I’m so embarrassed, Emma. I don’t know how I said all of these details to you, but I really wanted your advice and guidance.” I buried my face in my hands.

She released her hands from mine and pulled me into a hug. “Okay, okay. Calm down, baby. No need to panic.” She patted my back. “Well, can I have a look?”

I wanted to jump at that point as my plan was a hit, but I held myself. I cleared my throat. “No! What?! I can’t. You’re my grandmother. It’s indecent and inappropriate!”

She took me in her hug again. “Come on, Mickey. I have seen you naked more times than you can imagine.” She caressed my back. “And believe me, young boy, I have seen many dicks in my life. Nothing will surprise me. So don’t be embarrassed and show your grandma what you hide under your panties.”

I broke the hug and looked at her, trying to be as hesitant as possible. “You sure, Emma?”

She winked, “Come on, young man.”

I took her hands in mine, lifted them to my mouth, and kissed both of them, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Emma. You are the best woman I have ever met.” I deliberately stressed the word "woman," as I wanted her to know how I looked at her at that very moment.

I stood up hesitantly, taking off my shorts slowly while looking at her. Her eyes were fixed on me, curiosity killing her. Then I dropped my shorts.

For my pleasure and pride, she gasped and almost jumped from the sofa when she saw the monster hanging before her eyes. She looked at my more than 10-inch dick with hungry eyes, licking her lips. She cleared her throat and said between high breaths, not aware of what she was saying, “Oh my god, what a lovely dick you have, Mickey!”

I stood with my semi-erect dick and said with a low voice, “You see, Emma. All girls run away when they see my dick. Some of them tried to suck it, but they hardly got only the shaft in their mouths. When they gagged, they got scared and ran away.”

She was still looking at my dick, stunned, and said nothing.

I continued, “So I took my friend’s suggestion and tried to find a MILF. And luckily, I got four now.” I was lying again, as I already had many others.

I could see the hunger in her eyes. I decided to take the chance. “Can I be more open with you, Emma?” I said with a tender, appreciative tone.

She answered with a husky voice, “More than that?” she joked.

I laughed at her first joke and said, “Yes, much more.”

She cleared her throat, trying her best to move her eyes away from my dick. “Tell me, Mickey. I believe nothing will surprise me more than what I see now.”

I came close to her, my dick just a few inches from her mouth. “You believe it or not, most of my fantasies are about you.”

She looked at me in real surprise. “Mickey! You mean... you have sexual fantasies about me?! I can take it proudly that a woman my age could move your feelings, but Mickey, this is wrong. I’m your grandmother!”

I took her hands, helped her to her feet, and looked deep into her eyes. “But it seems to me now the most right thing.”

I took her hand and kissed it with my full mouth, and she moaned.

She said between breaths, “But that can’t be real, Mickey. I’m your grandmother!”

My left hand was now around her waist, pulling her tightly to my body, feeling her body shivering. “So why is your body sending another message?!”

She tried to move away, but I held her body against me, and she felt my dick between her legs.

I continued, “I can feel your pussy heat warming my dick, Emma. Please make my dreams come true.”

She tried to say something, but her dry mouth didn’t help her. I took the chance and came close to her mouth with mine, still looking into her eyes. To her surprise, she found herself in a deep, passionate kiss with me.

Her arms tightened around my body as I slipped one hand under her T-shirt, touching her still-soft back skin, while looking at her closed eyes. I slipped my other hand under her short skirt, and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties.

My hand squeezed her ass softly while my other hand scratched her back softly. My mouth was eating her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

She broke the kiss, saying with a high breath, “Mickey, you are a real good kisser,” she said with a dizzy voice, her eyes reflecting the hunger her body felt.

I pulled her body tightly again. “Still, you will have more surprises ahead, my baby.”

Her body melted to me as the word "baby" seemed to get her all.

I got on my knees in front of her, then unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, saying with a husky voice, “What do you plan for me now?”

I ordered, “Sit down on the sofa, baby.”

She obeyed without hesitation.

I ordered again, “Open your legs wide for me.”

Again, she opened her legs as wide as she could. Her legs were wide open while I got on my knees in front of her, looking at her hairy pussy that seemed neglected for so much time. I buried my face between her legs, trying to find my way between the tresses of hair she had, and trying to neglect the nasty smell caused by this forest. But somehow, that got me even more horny, besides her soft moans, which were like music to my ears.

My tongue played with her clit while my lips sucked her pussy lips. I said while licking her clit, “Take off your T-shirt and your bra.”

She hesitated for a while before I looked at her and ordered, “Now.”

I slipped one finger into her wet cunt to enhance her obedience. She took off her T-shirt, then her bra, while her moans became higher.

I was really curious to see her tits and why she always tried to hide them. To my surprise, I saw two huge tits, a little bit saggy but still in shape, while her nipples were so hard.

I ordered, “Play with your tits.”

She obeyed again while my lips sucked her pussy deeply and one of my fingers played with her clit. Her soft moans turned to soft screams from the heat I felt from her pussy and how wet it was. I could tell she hadn’t been in actual sex for a long, long time.

I slipped one finger into her soaked wet pussy, and as I did that, her screams of pleasure were enough to wake the dead as she reached her first orgasm. I felt a gush of her juice on my face out of her pussy, and to my surprise, it tasted yummy.

Her orgasm remained for a minute as her body quaked, her legs shaking, and her screams never stopped. When her orgasm faded away, I stood on my feet and said, “When was the last time you got laid, baby?” I asked, intending to use soft language as I planned to break her step by step.

Her face got blushed while saying between her high breaths, still trying to catch air, “Long time, Mickey. So long time.”

I sat beside her on the sofa and took her in a long kiss, “That explains your always bad temper, baby. Now get on your knees and show me if you can handle my dick!”

She got on her knees in a heartbeat and sat between my legs. She took my semi-erect dick between her hands, stroking it slowly, “I have seen many things in my days, but never met something like that!”

She licked the shaft softly, then spit on my dick, trying to cover it with her saliva. She took the shaft in her mouth, her both hands still stroking it.

I was looking at her with proud eyes. Just an hour ago, this woman was doing her best to piss me off, and now she was trying her best to give me pleasure. I relaxed on the sofa, leaving all the work to her, while she hadn’t taken half of my dick in her mouth yet.

After 5 minutes, she was able to get 7 inches in her mouth and still trying to have it all. After 10 long minutes, my dick was fully erect and ready. The thrill of having my grandmother naked between my legs and the incest made me hot as hell.

She gagged many times and coughed many times but still insisted on taking it all. I was feeling horny and needed to act, so I got on my feet. “I will help you to take it all.”

I held her head between my hands and started to push my dick inside her mouth. She handled that with an experienced mouth, taking it in deep throat and managing to breathe through her nose. I began to push harder and harder, ignoring her trials to cough and the saliva dropping from her mouth.

After another 3 minutes of face fucking, she still couldn’t take my full length, but I was getting very horny. I said with a playful voice, “Come with me, baby,” and I carried her in my arms, heading to my bedroom.

She relaxed in my arms while I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. She played with my arm muscles while relaxing her head on my shoulder, seeming like a young girl with a face that showed full joy and happiness.

I placed her on my bed and ordered, “On your back.”

She lay on her back and spread her legs for me, waiting for the most excited moment when she would feel my dick inside her. I decided to make love to her first, not fuck her. After all, she was my grandmother and over sixty.

I lay on top of her, playing my dick at her pussy door, slipping the shaft inside her thirsty pussy. I kissed her lips softly and slowly while I pushed my dick slowly inside her soaked wet waiting pussy. She moved her hips up to meet my movement, trying to get as much of my dick inside her.

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